burning like matchsticks in the face of the darkness

Monday, Jason and I went to

dance on down the rabbit hole
WONDERLAND
Join Sexy Alice as she journeys through a world of bondage cards, naughty bunnies, coked-out hatters, and fabulous queens!  Flesh, music, drinks, and desire...a special one-night-only engagement sure to titillate, tease, bewitch and amuse.

Jason's verdict: "needs moar plot" and "get more naked."  (Yeah, it kind of failed at being burlesque.)

But it was worth the price of admission for the Red Queen killing all the Alices to Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" (which song I don't even like [YouTube link] -- though, as with all Lady Gaga, it is indeed catchy).

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Scott's gf's dad works at Brandeis, and someone told him about a production some Brandeis folks were doing that was "an Alice in Wonderland story."  They went last Sunday, and apparently "an Alice in Wonderland story" meant "a female character ends up in a strange world and has bizarre adventures."  Scott does not recommend it.  [Play is "Reckless" -- which I think I read about in the metro, but I can't find that online so instead I found boston.com]

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Friday I went to Singspiration.

I saw John P., whom I haven't seen in ages (apparently he's been doing Awana, but he was filling in for Don T.), so I gave him a serious hug.  He asked what I'd been up to, and I talked about various things and also said, "In January I'm preaching at my radical, queer gay, progressive church."  He was like, "Really?" and I said, "Yeah.  You're invited, once I get my act together.  I thought: 'I want to invite the people who loved me at my old church that is now so conservative.  They'll hate it, but I want to invite them.' "  He didn't really know what to do with that, but to his credit he just asked what I was preaching on.  (I said, "Well, it's Baptism of Jesus Sunday, so I'm talking about baptism, and the lectionary texts are a lot about the Holy Spirit, so I'm talking about the Holy Spirit.")

I've mostly been leaving my theology at the door recently at Singspiration, but Ari and I have been talking recently about feminine language for the Divine, and so when the first hymn was (iirc) "He Lives," I found myself singing "She" for "He," and did that for all the pronouns re: the Divine for the entirety of the evening (though I still sang all the "Lords" -- though I sometimes whispered "Queen" when it said "King," and I did sing "Child" for "Son" and "Mother" for "Father").  (Though in "O Come All Ye Faithful" I was tempted to leave "o come let us adore him" because saying "adore her" in that context made me think of Marian Adoration.)  I was really startled at how it helped make these familiar words new (I kept wanting to use the word "reclamatory").

Introing "In the Garden," Pastor Bill talked about how the author had a dream and he started by saying that he saw a figure of a woman; I thought, "It's Jesus!" and was really surprised that this guy was going the Julian of Norwich route or whatever; but it was Mary (at the tomb, and then John shows up, and then Jesus comes out of the tomb).

Every time I heard someone say "Merry Christmas" I thought, "Happy Hannukah" (which had started at sundown that night) and "Blessed Advent," but I didn't actually say anything to anyone (I don't think anyone said it directly to me except maybe like as they were leaving).

There wasn't anything that outright offended me.  Oh, except Joe F. talked about MC'ing Stacie's Black History Month concert and how he was like, "You know I'm white, right?" and he said that honestly he doesn't think she sees that and isn't that great, that's how God is.  I internally facepalmed.  A metaphor that occurred to me today was: Nobody says, "Look at this wonderful garden," wanting the viewer to say, "Oh, I don't see roses or tulips, I just see beautiful flowers, isn't that great?"

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Waiting for the train at Montello on Saturday, I heard a guy say to another guy: "Survivor Series -- Stephanie and Shane sold WCW and ECW to Rick Flair.  And Steve Austin came back and took out Kurt Angle and became a face again.  I don't know how he did it, he just did."  I haven't watched WWFE in years, but oh, my heart.

excerpt from an e-mail from CAUMC!Eric:

Thursday July 19
Back here in summery Somerville, small group continues! I'm hoping to continue our theme of justice with a 3 part series examining criminal justice. An overview will begin this Thursday, followed by a video next week, and format TBD the following week.

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Friday

My brother came to pick me up on Friday and commented that it smelled like gas.  I had a cold so I hadn't noticed.  I mentioned the gas oven, he suggested the pilot light was out, I mentioned (which I had mentioned to OriginalRoomie weeks ago) that on one side of our stove the burners no longer work.  Yeah, pilot light.  I've always had the impression that the pilot light being out is this big deal thing to fix but no, it turns out to be really easy.  So that's one new thing I learned.  Now I also need to invest in matches in case this happens again.

In conversation on the ride home I learned that my brother really likes Heroes, including the early episodes (he saw the last 3 or 4 eps and then started from the beginning thanks to NBC having them up online).

Every year we say we're going to get a small tree, and every year the tree we get turns out to be rather large, but the tree my brother picked out this year actually is fairly small (though not, despite our joking, a Charlie Brown tree).  Decorated, it actually turned out well (and my brother conceded to my desire for white lights -- no colored lights -- which made me happy).

I watched so much tv Friday night.

Watching Jeopardy I learned that not only is there is a ballet of Dracula but there is also one of Faulkner's As I Lay Dying.  I continue to be struck in watching Jeopardy by how easy a lot of the questions are (though of course the majority of them I don't know at all).

I caught some of The Simpsons due to being on the computer while my brother watched in the adjoining room.

I watched WWE Smackdown with my dad as per usual.  Near the beginning, of the players referred to it as the "cornerstone of the CW network."  Hee.  ( Read more... )

My brother and I watched 1 vs. 100 for the first time.  We were not impressed.  Both the questions and the contestants/mob were stupid (North America/Asia/Africa has the largest desert, static is caused by protons/neutrons/electrons).

We saw Numb3rs (3.07 "Blackout"), which I had never seen before (though I recognized Peter MacNicol from The Practice Ally McBeal; and checking IMDb I was right in thinking Navi Rawat was the name of the actress who played Dana in Angel -- "Damage" 5.11).  The show itself, though?  ::shrug::  ( Read more... )

My brother watched South Park, and when I was home over Thanksgiving I'd seen part of an episode and really wasn't taken with it.  However, I quickly got sucked into the episode that played Friday night, and it turned out to be awesome.  ( Read more... )

I also kinda liked the Christmas in Nebraska one, in large part because I have Santa issues.  ( Read more... )

Saturday

I went to Frank Crowley's funeral because that's what one does.  It was open casket, which I shouldn't have been surprised by, since it was viewing followed immediately by funeral, but I was still a little wigged, especially 'cause he looked kinda yellowish.

While one of the daughters was talking, it occurred to me that in the not too distant future I'll have to stand up and say nice things about my grandmother.  I told my mother this later, and she said I could just be keeper of the tissues.  If she had died when she fell five and a half years ago, I wouldn't have minded, but she's just declined so much that it's hard to remember the good days.

After the funeral, I went over to my grandma's to help her wrap presents.  I was there for four or five hours (the wrapping only took about an hour, but first there was lunch and after there was keeping her company -- i.e., listening to her talk nonstop) and that last hour was painful.

I didn't bring Joyce home with me, knowing I wouldn't have time (or motivation) to work on it.  However, I had ILL-ed 1971 text on masochism which also included an English translation of Venus in Furs (the latter being the purpose in ILLing it).  Saturday night I had time to kill, so I read Venus and then started reading the psych/litcrit text.  I wasn't impressed with either.  Sigh.

Sunday

Fourth Sunday in Advent

(For my reference: there was a program in my hymnal from the Second Sunday in Advent which said "Light the Candle of Love.")  ( Read more... )

Sunday afternoon I worked on a Firefly fic I've had sitting around for quite some time and actually got a couple sections finished (and an idea for a companion piece).  I was really proud of myself, though there's still one section I'm struggling with.  Anyone interested in betaing?

We watched an episode of CSI: Miami (2.06 "Hurricane Anthony").  This show doesn't particularly grab me, but I don't actively dislike it either, so I could easily get sucked into an A&E marathon or something if I ever felt like I had the free time.  I also really enjoy Emily Proctor.  ( Read more... )

Christmas Eve
Looking back at LJ, I'm impressed that the order of worship almost exactly the same as last year.
Only differences:
*First Scripture Reading was listed as John 3:16-18 instead of John 1:1-14.
*After "Sweet Little Jesus Boy" we sang "O Little Town of Bethlehem" instead of proceeding directly to the Lighting of the Christ Candle.
*Choral Selection after Lighting of the Christ Candle was "Beautiful Star of Bethlehem" (instead of "Rejoice With Exceeding Great Joy").

What struck me this year in "Sweet Little Jesus Boy" instead of "But please, sir, forgive us Lord, we didn't know 'twas You," was "The world treat You mean, Lord; treat me mean, too. But that's how things is down here, we didn't know 'twas You."

Meditation (sermon) was entitled "What Time Is Christmas?" and I swear I was awake, but I remember nothing.  At least Christmas Eve sermons are shorter than Sunday morning ones are.

The sanctuary wasn't very warm, but then the receiving line afterward?  Someone had left the front door open (our receiving line ends right at that door, mind) and it looked like it was propped open (else I would have pulled it shut when I walked by).  omg so cold.  weather.com when we came home said 11pm: 38F feels like 33F, which made me feel like a wimp since I am she who loves cold and all.  Nevertheless, I felt like death -- which was actually happened once before: cold, achy, occasional stabbing chest pain.  Dunno what causes it.  I was given permission to bust up the heat in the apartment (shockingly, it was already at 68), and I felt better the following morning, and by the end of the day on Christmas felt wholly myself again. 

Because there is nothing on Sunday late-night on broadcast tv, my brother and I watched King of the Hill (5.20 "Kidney Boy and Hamster Girl: A Love Story") and Farscape (3.13 "Scratch 'n Sniff ").

Monday

Remember how FormerUnitHead gave me a gift saying "You may already have this, but I hope you don't"?  Best boss ever.  I also got an amazon.com gift certificate for a quite pleasant amount, but really, the book was the best part.  I have often said that all you need to win me is to be attentive.  (Hee, I just flipped the book over for the ISBN to add to LibraryThing, and it still has the Borders pricetag on it.  Clearly he does not come from my grandmother's school where it is tres gauche to leave price tags on ever.  Personally I don't care much.)

( rest of the loot list )

My brother got Family Guy UNO, and we played a few rounds Christmas afternoon before 4pm dinner.  Grandma was so out of it (and color-blind?) but thankfully the experience was still enjoyable.

Linnea came for a visit.  She brought me a gift basket of apartment stuff (okay, some of which I'm dispersing -- like the meat thermometer :) ) 'cause she couldn't make my apartment-warming.

Maureen also came to visit.  The place she went was sold out of Frangelico (my mom's preferred liqueur), so she got Baileys, which my dad prefers.  I agree with him that the first sip has that overpowering taste of alcohol at the end and the second sip doesn't.  I'm still not really taken with it, though.

After everyone had gone home, I watched a little bit of Remember the Titans with my parents, but then Jonah came over, and of course he trumps movies.  [IMDb-ing: The white coach's daughter?  Is played by the actress who plays Claire in Heroes!]

After he'd left, we watched another episode of 1 vs. 100.  This one was less ridiculous -- some of the questions required niche knowledge (The Night Before Christmas poem, Will Ferrell's movie Elf) -- though 54/99 (plus the contestant) didn't grasp parallel/perpendicular.

I saw an ad for Freedom Writers and it's Sia "Breathe Me" that's playing in the trailer, right?

Tuesday

I saw one of the new MBTA commuter rail schedules.  The shiny is a little disconcerting, though it does have a lot of useful stuff (subway map, etc.).  One of the blurbs talks about this form will be more durable and yadda yadda, in a way which makes me wonder whether they'll have scads of them at the Information counter at South Station like they used to.

Waiting at the Mass Ave.-Alewife Brook Parkway intersection when my brother drove me home, I wondered if it would be more efficient for me to just take Mass Ave. the whole way home if I were walking from Harvard or Porter, rather than switching to Elm St. at Porter, given where I live.  (I also wanna learn how to walk to my house from Alewife T station.)

I came home to a reminder that I live with idiots.  Our trash day is Monday; Monday was Christmas, so trash day would have been today; I came home around 3pm to full trash barrels still sitting by the side of our house.  I hope that OriginalRoomie really did, unbeknownst to me, go somewhere for Christmas, 'cause that would be a reasonable explanation for it.

However, I also came home to mail including a Charlie Card from work and a handmade (purple! my favorite color) coaster from maechi.

I've been seeing so many Yuletide recs on the flist I just wanna immerse myself in that, but I have to write a Joyce paper, plus I have a gazillion writeups I wanna make a dent in.  Speaking of recs, I should really look into renewing my domain/hosting since it's gonna run out in a couple weeks.  There are also lots of people I wanna see over Break, and I fail at coming up with actual plans.

Why can I not find the flyer of Shakespeare productions I picked up at Ladders to Heaven?  I remember it mentioned Titus and I think also Winter's Tale.  I can find the latter on ArtsBoston, but Google is not at all helping with the former.

(~6hrs last night.  Sigh.)

Today was really slow.  So I had LaunchCast on off-and-on.  Sometimes I am seriously weirded by what it picks out for me.  Today's best: "I Need Someone" by Lenny Welch; Album: Anthology (1958-1966).  Explanation: This song matches your genre preferences (Genre: Pop)

Also: One of the songs it played was Dar's "Are You Out There" which I now have stuck in my head and find I do not have on mp3.  Help?

♥ TBQ
Am reminded that dogwood is really pretty, though.

I saw YoungSmoothieGuy at the fruit stand at Harvard but didn't say hi -- was on my way to see an apartment.
I always forget how nonintuitive Davis Square is.  I didn't have too much trouble finding the street I wanted, though.
Walking down Dover, after a few blocks there was a sigh that said, "exiting central business district."  (No, there isn't a complementary sign on the way back.)
When I hit Mass. Ave. I saw Cafe Barada, which Amanda had told me about.
Ah, Cambridge et al.  On my way down Mass Ave. I saw "aesthetic restorative dentistry" with a pride sticker, a hippie dippie health store for pets, among others.
It was 15 minutes from the T Station and that was strolling.  I was ~10min. early, so I walked around a bit.  The area reminded me a lot of Norwood -- in a good way.
Oh studios, though.  I realized that the problem is that it's a good size for a bedroom but you're also fitting a kitchen in there. (I keep saying I just want a room the size I currently have, but that's plus a kitchenette.)  I'm looking at two places tomorrow -- a studio and a multi-bedroom, and I'm thinking that studio is really not the way to go for me.  And I've been warming to the idea of housemates (I think of it like the good parts of Smith living).

I picked up a copy of The Improper Bostonian 'cause the cover story was about Boston's top bartenders.  It's 25 profiles, and each has a Signature Drink.  One is "The Nymphomaniac" -- equal part's Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum, peachtree schnapps, and Bacardi Coconut, with a splash of cranberry juice.  Shake on ice and serve straight up in a martini glass; garnish with a cherry.  *makes mental note*

On the Red Line home, someone was reading the Boston Phoenix -- article headlines I read from across the way: "peeps star in prom. snuff film" and "Will This Judas Save Us?"

There were a couple women sitting near me, talking, and as they got off at Park St. one of them said something about Mt. Holyoke (in a way that sounded like she had gone to college there) and I was sad that they were leaving so I couldn't continue to eavesdrop/potentially butt in.

Talking with my mom about my boys, I made a crack about funeral invitations and was actually momentarily boggled that that isn't how one does things -- 'cause other than elder people, who reads the Obituaries?  I declared that when my parents die I am totally sending out invitations.

My dad was watching Smackdown when I came home, so of course I watched.

They have a poor man's Jack Sparrow.  King of the Ring dates back to 1993.  (I was 13.)  One of tonight's historical clips included the beginning of Austin 3:16 (they brought Jake "The Snake" Roberts back as a Bible-thumper?).  Slamming the steel cage door on the wrong person in the JBL match = awesome.

They have a new wrestler -- over 7 feet tall and the Undertaker totally failed against him.  His manager (Daivari) was talking about how for 16 years we have talked about The Phenom (I'm really not sure that nickname for the Undertaker goes back to his inception, but okay) but this guy really is phenomenal, and the crowd started chanting "U.S.A." and I was grossed out.  The Undertaker is teh awesome, and you can righteously hate on the bad guy who knocked him down without making this about villifying the Other.  The politics of patriotism in WWE are one of the things I totally wanna get all academic about and on the other hand I feel like I have nothing to say besides pointing at stuff (which of course leads to questions about what the purpose of any textual criticism is when so much of it is just pointing at things and making explanations/connections).  Anyway, his name is The Great Khali and I was wondering if it was a play on Kali, Hindu goddess of destruction, or just a euphonic conjunction of syllables.  *misses access to OEDonline*  My dad suggested it might be a Persian name.  His manager talked about the Punjab jungles of India, so I suppose that answers that..  His manager: "You will fear The Great Khali, You will [something I forget] The Great Khali, You will worship The Great Khali."  [dramatic kneel with upraised arm]  I would be interested to see if they do anything further with that.  *is religion/symbolism/story geek*

( Felicia says she misses my whiteboard, so... )

Fefe came over Thursday afternoon, and updated me on my Fluffy, Muffy, Buffy, and Joanne future-life.  Joanne (the sheep) is trans.  Emma is a ho "flighty" (says Felicia).  She leaves me for Beatrice, then comes back, then leaves with Gary and Miltonia the plumbers.  Before Ohio, I went to Paris and worked as a maintenance worker (named Bob) while seeking out beaus for Felicia.  Yes this is up here because I told Felicia I would.

Fefe tells me Skarda's teaching a Da Vinci Code j-term course.  Must e-mail that woman.

Cryptic note that I expect to understand when I read this as an old entry: Grocery store insanity  My brother and I are efficiency addicts.

My brother was talking about how so few of the Red Sox who were part of the World Series winning team are still around.  This made me sad, like you win the Series, stick around one season, and then leave?  He said most of them weren't free agents, so they must have been traded, which makes me annoyed with the management.  I imagine ghostintheshell would know the details.

Later that night, my brother and I got distracted by country's movies ratings while looking up movies online.  [Now that I know what Rumor Has It is about I'm actually intrigued.  Though it's not like I'll spend money on it.  My Brokeback Mountain date got cancelled, though, so anyone who wants to use that as an excuse to come visit me....]  We tracked down an MPAA explanatory essay and also an explanation of other countries.  The stuff that France marks "U" (Universal)?  Crazy.

Later, we were looking at yearbooks, and wow so many people I haven't thought of in ages.  Part of me wants a five-year reunion to see where everyone's at, and part of me doesn't really wanna see them again, 'cause h.s. was awkward and it's not like things have gotten that much better.  (If there is a five-year reunion, however, I am so going, and I will be soliciting for volunteers to be my hottie date for the night.)

I had a weird dream that night.  ( for my own records )

So, Friday.

I got a haircut.  My mom says it makes me look older than I did before -- which is a blessing (last random person to guess my age was 8 years low, which is so not okay when one is 22 -- and I honestly have no need for it to happen decades from now).  Elouai dolls have heads way too big for their bodies, but hey.  (My hair so does not have that much body, though.)

Reading Shape magazine while waiting (I knew I should have brought a book) I felt like I was reading Playboy or something -- so many uber-toned women in sports bras and shorts.

Watched the first hour of WWE Smackdown with my dad.  ( Read more... )

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The rage in my last entry reminded me that I miss discussing.  What I miss most about Smith is having people so close by, but a close second is discussions.  Like, I actually miss Inklings class -- 'cause at least there were a couple dozen people who had theoretically read the same text I had and had some shared background, and I had a floor at which to air my opinions, and worstcase scenario I would just rage at the prof after class.  (Ah, memories.)  This is also my biggest disappointment about LiveJournal -- that the way it's formatted it's so easy to have lengthy multi-person conversations complete with easy references (hyperlinks) to other sources, but we are all so busy and only have so much time and energy.  [There's also the issue of finding people with whom to discuss.  For tv one can find comms to discuss eps as they air, but if one is catching up on DVD -- or watching movies or reading books, or heaven forfend fic -- it's harder, and sometimes one is dissatisfied by the caliber in comms one does find.]

I feel like I've been such a slacker this break, and in some ways I have and in some ways I haven't.  I went through a slew of bookmarked fic to feedback/rec.  On the other hand, I have less than 200 words of FemGen written.  And it occurs to me that the huge amounts of sugar I've been consuming this week have probably been contributing to the whackedness of my sleep schedule.  This does mean that I still have my phone on when Cat calls with random post-work joy, though :)  ♥

The flist is resurrecting fandom opinion memes, which always makes me wanna write up manifestos of my opinions on ships/characters/arcs in all my fandoms.  So, um, anyone who wants my opinions on anything, just ask.

New meme seen via oyceter: If I had a daemon, what would it be and why?

SmoothieGuy was in hiding this morning, but Amanda got me a 7-11 cinnamon roll (was more like a glazed donut, but that's okay) as a thank you for my help these past couple weeks, and I ended up not being hungry again until late in the day.

I learned from Amanda that Green Line service to Lechmere restored as of this past Saturday -- though it's only the E line that goes out that far.

She also shared amusing stories about her cat, Milo, and I'm not a cat person, but I was still muchly amused.

I was realizing last night that I didn't watch WWE this past Friday.  (Though honestly, I only watch on occasion and am usually bored by most of it.)  Then I heard from Jackie that Eddie Guerrero died (yesterday).  I hated the storylines they've had him in, but damn.  Eddie is survived by his wife Vickie and daughters Shaul, 14, Sherilyn, 9, and Kaylie Marie, 3.  The official site, of course, does not talk about his history of drug and alcohol abuse, which I found through GoogleNews, but supposedly he'd been sober for 4 years.  Age 38, damn.  That seems so young to be dead, though for an active wrestler that seems old to still be pushing your body like that.

Not safe for work 'cause i m ded from laughter: this thread from stultiloquentia's list of overused words/phrases in Spuffy smut.

tkp's guilty pleasures in fanfic comment thread is also at times very amusing -- e.g. this thread with dlgood on Angel's Felix Unger-ness and this comment from tkp about the usage of "orbs" for eyes.

Lovely: icons of Patrick's Rune ("all these I place between myself and the power of darkness") from A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle

As an offshoot of the misogyny, femslash, etc., debates, people have been posting lists of their favorite female characters -- frequently with explanations.  I decided I should probably participate/contribute, and predictably it has turned into more discussing than listing, so I suspect that's what I'll be occupying myself with this week when work is slow.  Am wondering whether I should just discuss the characters that particularly ping with me or if I should also include the kick-ass women I find appealling and/or great to watch.  Also: what about the ones who are great in theory even if canon doesn't particularly realize them as such *cough*Hermione*cough* ? [Also: Must try so hard to be true to spirit of meme and not go off on tangents about why assorted female characters don't particularly do it for me.]

Oh, and Meg asks, What does the word "theraputic" mean to you? What are its implications? Don't go look it up, just respond, and run with it.

My brother and i started watching Monty Python’s Flying Circus. Clearly i have been spoiled by the Monty Python and the Holy Grail movie, which is consistently very funny. The series thus far (episodes 4-6 of Season 1, episodes 23-24 of Season 2) has been unimpressive.

However, Gavin Millarrrrrrrrrr’s commentary on Shunt's Utopia (the murder play with the train schedules from 2.24 -- scroll here or view in plain text here) was surrealist in a way that reminded me of the Questions game from Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead (not that i am claiming it to be even near as brilliant) and made me want to memorize it just to be able to reel it off at random moments.

( requisite WWE Smackdown discussion )

Of interest to at least a couple people i know is the following from Joss Whedon over on Browncoats:

Here's an odd little story:

Summer did read for Kitty in X3. I know because she called me and mentioned she was going to and did I know anything about the character (there were no 'sides' to study -- they had to get them when they came in). So the girl I turned into sort of a superhero in my movie was going to read for the character that most influenced ALL my girl-heroes, Kitty Pryde. Karmically funky. Anyhoo, she called me after and said it was very emotional and kind of like when she read for FIREFLY, she just got into a very intense groove. She started telling me about the scene she read and that's when I realized WHY it was kind of like she read for FIREFLY. 'Cause (as you may know) it was a scene I wrote for Astonishing X-Men issue #5. I assume they just didn't have sides ready and used that but this was like a karmic moebius strip, it was just too folded in on itself. In this time of odd, I turned to beer. (No I didn't. Stay in school.)

I don't know what the X-peeps are looking for -- or even if that other girl has really dropped out -- but for my money, Summer would make a wonderful Kitty. (And I don't say that lightly.) As long as it doesn't interfere with SERENITY II: RICARDO MONTALBAN'S STILL PISSED -- or, much more importantly, SERENITY III: SO VERY NUDE.

I have job interviews in the offing. This pleases me. I have an eye exam appointment next Wednesday. I should probably schedule a physical while i still have health insurance, huh?

I met Emma at the Museum of Science today for an all-too-brief visit. We had lunch at Halftime Pizza right across from the North Station commuter rail station, and i was actually pleased with the food.

(Note to MBTA users: The Lechmere Green Line currently stops at North Station. Thus to access the Museum of Science you can get off at Government Center and transfer to a bus, or you can get off at North Station and walk.)

There’s a new sign on the FormerlyFleetCenter. From tdbanknorthgarden.com, says “Go ahead, call it the Garden again.” This made me happy.

Doing research for a fic (i swear) i learned that ( the MLN catalog is sorely lacking )

[Poll #524047]

I’m amused that i’m more interested in rereading the first 5 HP books to read fic rather than in anticipation of Book6.

( more polls, this time involving icons )

The short version:

• Bartender training is like an intensive pseudo-immersion foreign language course.  I managed to get certified, though.
  
• Shopping for business professional clothes is a bitch.
  
• I really love learning stuff and engaging my brain.
  
• I still desperately want to be a full-fledged adult (i.e. an apartment and a job to pay for it) and am working toward it.
  
• I kind of want to just curl up in front of my computer and read fanfic for days.
  

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Reminder: graduation party at my house this Saturday. [And by "this Saturday" i mean "Next Saturday, June 11." Oops.]

And for any area peoples who didn't read behind the cut, i'd love volunteers to scope out bars with me as i seek employ.  (You don't have to be 21+ to accompany me.)

Oh, and i think i'm gonna go to Laughing Wild this coming Thursday (provided there are still tickets, of course).  Last call for accompaniment.

The short version: Went home to the Boston area, slept a lot, saw lots of people, enjoyed myself, did almost no work though i did very well on the GRE. Returned to Smith and have continued to do almost no work.

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